My family is taking a long driving trip from Southern, CA to OR, WA, ID and returning home for a couple of days and then off to AZ. To read our other travel posts, click here.
When I last blogged, we had left Bend, OR and traveled the highway between Sisters, and Detroit and eventually through Salem, OR. We just drove through Salem as we were on our way to the coast, Lincoln City. We stayed at the Seahorse Motel, which sits on a hill with an amazing view of the beach below and ocean as far as the eye could see. We had a HUGE window!
The kids couldn’t contain their excitement. They, and the hubby took off quickly to investigate with the doggie while mom unpacked and organized. I watched from our room window as the kids ran across the incredibly large beach. It took them awhile to reach the ocean. My 9-year-old daughter ran the entire time. I wanted to video it for her soccer coach so he could see her conditioning, as she had to walk stairs and run sand. Our 11-year-old, jogged at a slower pace. good- exercise!
Then dad finally appeared pulling our reluctant Shih Tzu behind him, which that little “shit” immediately rammed its face in the ground and flopped to do a head/body roll back and forth- trying to rub its scent everywhere.
NO, I shouted in the room, sending my husband silent messages to turn around and stop the dog.
Our pet doesn’t have any experience with sand because our local beaches don’t allow dogs. Instantly, Ozo stopped because sand was up his nose, in his ears, and eyes! He kept sneezing, blowing out his nose, and shaking his head trying to remove sand from his snout. Eventually, Bill turned around and discovered the mess, smacked the dirt off Ozo’s nostrils so he could breathe again, (lame dog) and proceeded to coax him into the water. Yeah, one gentle wave came slowly up and that dog high-tailed it all the way back to the staircase. We quickly found out, he hates sand and water and had to be showered back in the room.
The bad thing about this beach:
- large staircase (steep stairs) approx 300 to 600 stairs before reaching the bottom…and worse, coming back up to the motel
- The Ocean temperature is COLD, COLD, Ice cold! CA beaches aren’t that warm and considered kind of cold…shoot, in OR, your skin actually burns as if being frozen. (my toes were blue with cold)
- Extensive beach sand to walk before getting to the water. It’s a trek through thick sand.
The great thing about this beach:
- They allow dogs, so we saw some amazing dogs fetching sticks from the water, etc. (not our sissy-la-la-dog mind you, but we admired others)
- They allow fireworks! So, we stopped at a local stand and purchased a couple of (non-loud, non-exploding) things. Pretty flares, and spouts and such, along with various sparklers, snappers, poppers, etc. Also, in the evening, the sand gets pretty cold and a great way to snuff out hot ends of fireworks, and collect all trash when done.
- There was a tide pool on the beach, lower part of sand, where high-tide would fill up the “large some-what sunken hole” and when receded, the kids kind of “swam” in there. It was shallow, up to the waist and somewhat warmer than the ocean. However, it was still pretty frickin cold!
I ventured the stair case (refer to first photo on this post) twice in one day. Once to take photos of beach day fun and then again for our personal fireworks a day early. Anyway, the idea of steps didn’t seem so bad, until I was physically walking them- and realized just how many steps (like 300 to 600) steep f’rs. My first time returning to the room, I was the last of our group slowly (and I mean slowly) trudging up the stairs with my fat-out-of-shape-mid-life-body. I had to stop a couple of times. (gasping, where is my rescue inhaler!) My son was 2 sections up and peered down over the concrete wall, offering encouragement:
“Hey, good job mom. You only have a couple more stair…(paused to look around)… CASES to go!”
My hubby, who stayed with me to offer support (had his phone ready to dial 911, should I have had a heart attack), we both stopped to laugh and laugh. The timing was perfect and our son had not done that intentionally. Damn, what a work-out… but easier than the miles of beach sand that were treacherous to walk. I kept sinking like it was snow. I wanted to say
“OH, SCREW FIREWORKS, I ain’t coming back down here again..or…you guys go ahead and I’ll watch from the window.”
…but I did go…cuz I’m bad ass like that. Until the next morning, when I cried over my calves and thighs being sore (for the next 2 days!) This photo below cracks me up, my husband took the shot. It was very windy and reminds me of that movie about the drag queens, The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert. The scene where the guy gets on top of the roof of the bus and has his silver costume flowing behind him.